text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"HERM.
Where am I? what have I done? what shall I do?
Oh! my transports! sorrow and rage devour me!
I raving, wander round the mournful rooms,
And do not know whither I go, or why;
I scarce can tell yet if I love or hate.
How coldly did the cruel Man take leave,
He would not the least grief or pity own,
I could not draw from him one little groan!
Dumb to my sighs, his mind did not appear,
Disturb'd the least, nor to regard one tear!
Nor would to give my heart some small relief,
So much as counterfeit a little grief.
And yet I pity him!--my heart--base heart!--
His danger fears, and yet will take his part!--
I tremble at the blow that is so near,
Would save him yet, and my own vengeance fear.
No--my just sentence I will not revoke--
Let him straight perish--let him feel the stroke!
I no controll will to my vengeance give,
He dyes--since he no more for me will live.
My rage he scorns, and negligent appears,
And thinks the Storm will melt away in tears.
That rage my feeble heart not long will seize,
And judges me by my past kindnesses.
But other thoughts shall in his Soul take place,
When Death shall all his Triumphs streight deface.
His bloud this moment let Orestes spill--
He causes it, for he compells my will!--
--My will!--Oh Gods! can I so cruel prove?
And shall his death be the effect of Love?
His death to whom I paid such regard,
Whose brave exploits I've with such pleasure heard.
To whom my Soul was long in secret joyn'd,
Before our fatal marriage was design'd!
For whom I ve travers'd many Lands and Seas,
And was I hither sent by destinies?
T' assassine--murder him!--Oh! ere he dyes!--
Enter Clæone.
But see Clæone! ah! what have I done?
What dost thou come to tell me? where is Pyrrhus?
What does he mean?
",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,"""My rage he scorns, and negligent appears, / And thinks the Storm will melt away in tears""",2004-11-15 00:00:00 UTC,The Last Act,"",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Drama),9562,3694
"SIR WALT.
--I come to bring thee news, old Culverin; thy well-rigg'd Frigot is grappl'd, her Sails unfurl'd, her Gun room blown up, and all her treasure in the Hold rifled and plunder'd.
CAPT.
--My Frigat! why then I say, my friend Watt, with a Pox to him, is a damn'd lying Rascal; for my Lieutenant came from Sheerness this morning, and told me she was as tite as ever, and ready to set Sail.
SIR WALT.
--Sheerness! ha, ha; well said apprehension: here's the wit of a Tarpawlin now; one ruffling Storm frights away all their brains, to make room for the fumes that make them Valiant; but know, friend, that I mean a Frigat of another nature; thy Wife, thy Wife man!
CAPT.
--My Wife! why what of her?
SIR WALT.
--Nay, no great matter, only she is beset, made unlawful prize, and to night to be grappl'd and boarded, that's all.",2009-09-14 19:34:24 UTC,"""[H]ere's the wit of a Tarpawlin now; one ruffling Storm frights away all their brains, to make room for the fumes that make them Valiant""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene iii","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Drama),9679,3746
"FRUG.
Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?
My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune,
Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn.",2009-09-14 19:34:31 UTC,"""Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?""",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene 3i","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Drama),9849,3825
"CLARINDA
My heart is now calm and even like a standing water, and I could wish it would so remain, without the Flux, and Reflux of a passionate tyde agitated and driven at the mercy of the winds; sometimes rising with the floods of Joy, above the banks of moderation: and afterwards discending into the Gulf of Sorrow and dispair. Fortune chains us Women like Prentices, to the will and humour of our Husbands, who must rise or fall by their care and Management; while the distracting cares of Families and Children devides our hearts, and spirits us away into remote and distant Countrys and by degrees Supplant that kindness which at present governs our hearts.
LADY WARY
The Love I owe my Husband, is a seperate duty, and does not interfer with our Friendship: which like a chain firmly unites our hearts, whereon the least stroak given, is by both sensibly felt: Then let us twine our weak defenceles Vines about the armes of two strong Neighbouring Oakes, who still shall joyn in Friendship to support our Interest, and honour: against the Canker of all envious Tongues, where they may flourish to our wishes and still preserve our Friendship.
(V.v)",2011-07-30 20:10:18 UTC,"""My heart is now calm and even like a standing water, and I could wish it would so remain, without the Flux, and Reflux of a passionate tyde agitated and driven at the mercy of the winds; sometimes rising with the floods of Joy, above the banks of moderation: and afterwards discending into the Gulf of Sorrow and dispair.""",2011-07-30 20:10:18 UTC,"Act V, scene v",Stream of Consciousness,,"","","Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",19070,3902
"MIRABELL
I have something more--Gone--Think of you! To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion. A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman. There is no Point of the Compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turn'd; and by one as well as another; for Motion not Method is their Occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in Love, is to be made wise from the Dictates of Reason, and yet persevere to play the Fool by the force of Instinct--O here come my pair of Turtles--What, billing so sweetly! Is not Valentine 's Day over with you yet?
(II.i)",2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,"""To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion.""",2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,"Act II, Scene i","",,"","",Reading,19357,3959
"FREEMAN
Nor had any, till I saw her Virtue! That gave the Wound. Beauty's the least prevailing Snare to me; tho' her great Soul makes me admire her Person; yet were she deform'd, Virtue, like the Sun, wou'd shine through every Cloud.
(V.i, p. 55)",2013-06-18 14:36:37 UTC,"""Beauty's the least prevailing Snare to me; tho' her great Soul makes me admire her Person; yet were she deform'd, Virtue, like the Sun, wou'd shine through every Cloud.""",2013-06-18 14:36:37 UTC,"Act V, Scene i","",,"","",Searching in C-H Lion,20930,3983
"FREEMAN
That's a Disease, which, like the Itch, Society spreads, and nothing but Experience cures; Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild: Wit, at the best, is but a sounding Production, which like Rime, or Musick, flashes the Ear, but peirces not the Understanding: But modern Wit has not that force, Illiterature makes it Discord, and want of Judgment improperly and prejudicially apply'd--The Courtier puns upon his Prince, and is kick'd out of his Place. The Poet wittily characterizes his Relations, and loses an Estate. The pert Terræ filius, at the University, thinks it dishonourable, if he is not expell'd the Colledge for abusing the Vice Chancelours. And the new fashion Citizen, that's more Beau than Tradesmen, will rather affront his Customers, than stifle a Jest, to lose the Reputation of a Wit.
(I.i, p. 2)",2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,"""Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild.""",2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,Coinage,"",Searching in C-H Lion,20933,3983
"AXALLA.
With such unshaken Temper of the Soul
To bear the swelling Tide of prosp'rous Fortune,
Is to deserve that Fortune: In Adversity The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest;
Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease,
And loses all her Firmness.
(II.ii, pp. 18-9)",2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,"""In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness.""",2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,"Act II, scene ii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21844,7548
"ARPASIA.
Sure 'tis a Horror, more than Darkness brings
That fit's upon the Night; Fate is abroad.
Some ruling Fiend hangs in the dusky Air,
And scatters Ruin, Death, and wild Distraction,
O'er all the wretched Race of Man below:
Not long ago, a Troop of ghastly Slaves
Rush't in, and forc't Moneses from my Sight;
Death hung so heavy on his drooping Spirits,
That scarcely could he say--Farewel--for ever.
And yet, methinks, some gentle Spirit whispers
Thy Peace draws near, Arpasia Sigh no more;
And see the King of Terrors is at hand;
His Minister appears.
[Enter Bajazet, and Haly.
BAJAZET. aside to Haly]
The rest I leave
To thy dispatch. For oh! My faithful Haly,
Another Care has taken up thy Master;
Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul,
Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me;
This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast:
In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts,
To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge:
Still she comes back like a retiring Tide,
That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again,
And swells above the Beach.
(V.i, p. 61)",2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,"""For oh! My faithful Haly, / Another Care has taken up thy Master; / Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul, / Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me; / This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast: / In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts, / To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge: / Still she comes back like a retiring Tide, / That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again, / And swells above the Beach.""",2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,"Act V, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21854,7548
"ARMANDO.
Cherish that Thought: By Heaven your Resolution
Transports my Soul with Joy!
A kind, a virtuous Wife waits your Embraces;
A Wife, who like a Turtle mourns the Absence
Of her dear Mate. Haste then, my Friend, to drive
That Cloud of Sorrow which o'recasts her Mind,
And, like the Sun, dispel her gloomy Thoughts.
(p. 16)",2014-03-12 18:15:37 UTC,"""Haste then, my Friend, to drive / That Cloud of Sorrow which o'recasts her Mind, / And, like the Sun, dispel her gloomy Thoughts.""",2014-03-12 18:15:37 UTC,"","",,"","",ECCO-TCP,23664,7842